For Poems Are Like Rainbows; They Escape

I Tire So Of Hearing People Say, Let Things Take Their Course. Tomorrow Is Another Day. I Do Not Need My Freedom When I'm Dead. I Cannot Live On Tomorrow's Bread.

I Have Discovered In Life That There Are Ways Of Getting Almost Anywhere You Want To Go, If You Really Want To Go.

I Wish The Rent Was Heaven Sent.

Melting Pot Harlem-harlem Of Honey And Chocolate And Caramel And Rum And Vinegar And Lemon And Lime And Gall. Dusky Dream Harlem Rumbling Into A Nightmare Tunnel Where The Subway From The Bronx Keeps Right On Downtown.

Life Is For The Living. Death Is For The Dead. Let Life Be Like Music. And Death A Note Unsaid.